more bitching about my job.
Look away now if you don't want to hear or in this case read about me bitching about my job yet again! Which will probably be like everyone since no one ever reads my journal. Anyway on to the bitching! So that friday I wrote about before, it went pretty well I knew what I had to do and I was kept busy so it wasn't that bad. Now Kathy my supervisor wants me to work the weekend of dec. 2 and I told her I could only work that sunday. Mostly because saturdays really suck I have to go across the street which I'm not good at because I'm not really sure where I have to go and what I have to pick up. SO I was telling her this and she asked well if you get another saturday in for training do you think you could do the whole weekend because we really need you to do both days... (this is where she makes me feel guilty about not wanting to do the whole weekend) So I said fine! So she made me work this Saturday that just past. And it sucked... I was so fucking bored there was really nothing for me to do. At least I finally got a feel of the wellness center so now I know what I'm supposed to do. And now I have to work the whole weekend! Why am I the only one to work the weekends it's not fair! And last week I didn't work at all except the saturday and this week I only work wednesday and friday. I swear this job is fucking pissing me off!!!!!!!!!
Ok enough about that. Saturday night Rich took me to his brothers surprise birthday party. Well here's the thing I have never met any of his friends or any of his brothers or even his dad. Hell I've only met his mother twice and we didn't even really talk or anything. So I was really nervous and stressed and anxious, and really tired from working all day and having to get up at 5:30 that morning. So we get there and of course there's lots of food and Rich and his mom kept telling me to eat. Umm if I would have eaten I would have thrown it all back up. So yeah it wasn't because I can't eat in front of people (I have thankfully gotten over that yay for me *pats back* lol) it was because I wouldn't have been able to keep it down. Anyway so yeah I met just about everybody there. I shook so many peoples hands and I got to tell you I really don't remember any body's name. His brothers wife was cute though she had made these labels up for all the beers that said "here's to the passing of mike's twenties" (That's his brothers name by the way lol) and it had a picture of the grim reaper it was funny. Her mother was funny too cause she was pretty drunk. I talked to her a lot about food and recipes, I talked a lot with Rich's mom as well. I think I did pretty well, by the time we were leaving I wasn't really that nervous anymore... but that could be the beer I had. I got a little tipsy. lol. Oh and I found out that they call me Rich's closet girlfriend because we've been dating about a year and I had never met any of them at all. And now I desperately want to know what they thought of me. And when I was talking to Rich yesterday he never brought anything about the party up and I didn't want to sound all... I don't know vain, desperate something like that... And ask him what they thought about me. So I don't think I'll find out cause I'm not going to ask. A part of me doesn't care or doesn't want to care, but another part of me needs to know. Did they think I was too quiet, or maybe that I'm stuck up and think I'm better then them because I was quiet. Some people think that if you're quiet you're all stuck up and shit... But I so am not! Did they think I was cute or good for him or not good for him.... I really don't want his friends and family to hate me. I think his mom likes me but what about everybody else. And I know it shouldn't matter because I love him and he loves me so fuck everyone else... but that little tiny voice inside my head, that I'm really trying to shut up, says it does matter! GRRRRRRRR!!! Ok I think I'm done for now hahahaha.
Ok enough about that. Saturday night Rich took me to his brothers surprise birthday party. Well here's the thing I have never met any of his friends or any of his brothers or even his dad. Hell I've only met his mother twice and we didn't even really talk or anything. So I was really nervous and stressed and anxious, and really tired from working all day and having to get up at 5:30 that morning. So we get there and of course there's lots of food and Rich and his mom kept telling me to eat. Umm if I would have eaten I would have thrown it all back up. So yeah it wasn't because I can't eat in front of people (I have thankfully gotten over that yay for me *pats back* lol) it was because I wouldn't have been able to keep it down. Anyway so yeah I met just about everybody there. I shook so many peoples hands and I got to tell you I really don't remember any body's name. His brothers wife was cute though she had made these labels up for all the beers that said "here's to the passing of mike's twenties" (That's his brothers name by the way lol) and it had a picture of the grim reaper it was funny. Her mother was funny too cause she was pretty drunk. I talked to her a lot about food and recipes, I talked a lot with Rich's mom as well. I think I did pretty well, by the time we were leaving I wasn't really that nervous anymore... but that could be the beer I had. I got a little tipsy. lol. Oh and I found out that they call me Rich's closet girlfriend because we've been dating about a year and I had never met any of them at all. And now I desperately want to know what they thought of me. And when I was talking to Rich yesterday he never brought anything about the party up and I didn't want to sound all... I don't know vain, desperate something like that... And ask him what they thought about me. So I don't think I'll find out cause I'm not going to ask. A part of me doesn't care or doesn't want to care, but another part of me needs to know. Did they think I was too quiet, or maybe that I'm stuck up and think I'm better then them because I was quiet. Some people think that if you're quiet you're all stuck up and shit... But I so am not! Did they think I was cute or good for him or not good for him.... I really don't want his friends and family to hate me. I think his mom likes me but what about everybody else. And I know it shouldn't matter because I love him and he loves me so fuck everyone else... but that little tiny voice inside my head, that I'm really trying to shut up, says it does matter! GRRRRRRRR!!! Ok I think I'm done for now hahahaha.